Yes. Summed up in a few words by Georg Trakl, the sad soul that is V Zelenski. As a priest, I see them as his lament, beyond ‘A-cry-for-Help’, even.

The saddest of images? A comedian or clown beyond redemption, maybe? Or, at least, indifferent to salvation.

The front-man in a ‘bad play, staged on graves, corpses’.

The coloured pictures which life paints,
I see them gloomily only by twilights,
Like frizzy distorted shadows, cloudy and cold,
Hardly born, already defeated by death.
And since the mask fell from everything,
I see only fear, desperation, disgrace and plagues,
Mankind’s heroless tragedy,
A bad play, staged on graves, corpses …

A comedian who speaks his role,
Coerced, full of desperation – boredom!

(From Georg Trakl’s Confiteor ‘I Confess’)